The supreme happinessof lifeis the convictionthat we are loved.-Victor Hugo

Widow Kiss

Love is an irresistible desireto be irresistibbly desired.by Robert FrostTIME ISToo slow for those who wait,Too swift for those who grieve,Too short for those who rejoice.But for those who love,TIME IS ETERNITY.Hours fly, flowers die, new days,new ways pass by.LOVE STAYS.Sundial Inscription

WHAT A HEAVENLY MORNING!All bells are ringing;The sky is so golden and blue and clear-and before me lies your letter.I send you my first kiss, beloved.Robert Schuhman (1810-1856)( c) by Waterhouse

The Airport lies quietly before me, shrouded in thick, grey clouds.Early morning has not yet chased the night away.The air is still; even the signal lights seem to blink slower,The calm before the madness of daylight hours.My heart grows heavier by every inch I draw closer to the entrance.Once again, I depart, from my family, my friends, my homeland.

Lines are formed to pass security. I want to turn around and run. I want to stay!Sleepy, somber faces surround me. No arrivals at this early hour.No happy homecomings. No glad embraces.Only departures.

A wailing cry pierces the quitness. My eyes search for the source of this heartbreaking sound. A small women clutches a young man to her, her forgin words a cry of hurt.Chills ripple through my body. With every sob I feel her pain.

Departure means leaving loved ones behind.My thoughts are with my children, grandchildren, and friends.My stay was short, not long enough to fill the emptiness in my heart.I whisper "Goodbye" with a lilt to my voice and a smile to hide my tears.I refuse to put much weight on this word.Pretending a carfree heart, dealing with a trifling emotion,I surrunder to my departure.

How do I explain the longing for you?Hungrily driven by this burning feeling,My heart beats through my entire body;Only consicious of you.Ignoring all other aspects,The feelings are stronger then all other senses.Engaging in this mute longing for you, Leaping like a hungry wolf into your arms,Feeling your lips meet mine, the smell of your skin,The wanting, when I tumble unacompaniedWith potent feelings onto the momentsOf unforgettable passion.In that instant you are mine, by my side,In my heart and soul.

Built on a rocky foundation were my dreams,Like the sand of the Ocean washed away.Left only with Illusions of finding Love.Smooth, seemed the surface of my heart,Not seeing the tiny crust, opend by Illusions.Pain escaped once again, tears falling.Disolution became once more reality.Storms vanish. So will my pain.Leaving me with a finer mold;With grains of goldTo enrich my soul with the abundance of life.

Bravely I see the blind man walk,His feet are steady, clear must be his few.No stumble slows his pace.His cane the helping hand to use,To cross the busy road.Sometimes we walk unseen path'sThe road ahead is shrouded with mists of fear.Are seeing eye clouded by the truth.At times we look for a lending ear,A helping hand, just like the blind man does.To break the fall when we have stumbled.To bring us on our feet again.And guide us through the dark,To see the light again.
Eveline Elisabeth Hanson05-22-2006